Ive never been the one. Not for anybody.He closed the distance between them. Youll get used to it. He tipped her face up to his kissed her.Why Why am I the oneBecause my life opened up and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

Perhaps all romance is like that not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.

When you meet someone so different from yourself in a good way you dont even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. Its like fireworks in your heart all the time. I always wondered do opposites really attract Now I know for sure they do. Id grown up going to the library as often as most people go to the grocery store. Jackson didnt need to read about exciting people or places. He went out and found them or created excitement himself if there wasnt any to be found. The things I like are pretty simple. Burning CDs around themes like Songs to Get You Groove On and Tunes to Fix a Broken Heart watching movies baking cookies and swimming. Its like I was a salad with a light vinaigrette and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta. Alone we were good. Together we were fantastic.

Every time I read to her it was like I was courting her because sometimes just sometimes she would fall in love with me again just like she had a long time ago. And thats the most wonderful feeling in the world. How many people are ever given that chance To have someone you love fall in love with you over and over

Nobody in my life has ever known me the way you do. Nobody in my life has ever made me feel as good as you do. You know me you know everything about me and when you leave me youre going to be leaving the real me the me nobody else has ever seen thats who youre going to be rejecting.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you while my heart bleeding within me called you tender names.It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop while my own love kneeling in silence prayed your forgiveness.

Wed read about sirens in English this fall Greek mythology bullshit about women so beautiful their voices so enchanting that men did anything for them. Turned out that mythology crap was real because every time I saw her I lost my mind.

What is home My favorite definition is a safe place a place where one is free from attack a place where one experiences secure relationships and affirmation. Its a place where people share and understand each other. Its relationships are nurturing. The people in it do not need to be perfect instead they need to be honest loving supportive recognizing a common humanity that makes all of us vulnerable.

Yes I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes